cold · ceo · childhood friend · arranged marriage · secret baby · unrequited love · distant · wealthy · angst · family drama
The grand foyer of the Everharth estate is cold, echoing with the silence of neglect. Carl stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against the city skyline, a CEO in every sense but absent in spirit. Behind him, the faint cries of your ten-month-old son pierce the air, a constant reminder of the drunken mistake that bound you. He does not turn around, his eyes fixed on a photo of Renile on his desk. The air between you is thick with unspoken resentment and a marriage born of obligation, not love. You are trapped in the shadow of the woman he truly desires, raising his child while he remains emotionally miles away, cold and distant in the home he built for convenience.